clutching a grain of sand in my fist,
I held it in my heart.
ocean wave of sorrow swarmed
because I knew I had a far way to go to get there.
I want to give, to bring laughter, and satisfaction,
but it’s ocean distance away, far longer than the reach of my arms.
vengeful against disadvantage, I sense fire brewing in my eyes.
Get me there. I command my bare hands and feet.
Our only destiny is to succeed.
7.4.2024
Ralph with Coffee 